"Now, just sit back." I did, the harness rose to meet me, and just like that, I was up. No jerk, no running a couple of steps, just up. Very smooth. It was a 20-minute ride for about $40.00USD, and what a ride. Down past the entrance to the Marina where I looked down on a cruise ship at dock, past beaches of the hotel zone, where people yelled and waved to me. I didn’t dare let go to wave back. I had already made the mistake of looking down at the tow boat, creating a terrible sensation of falling forward out of the harness. Of course, I was securely strapped in, but it was still a pretty awful feeling.
Returning to the beach, I was busy sightseeing and when I looked down, the yellow flag was already on the ground and the guy was blowing his whistle. I wasn’t sure if that had just happened, or if he had been whistling a while, and felt a moment of panic as I reached up and pulled on the harness. I dropped pretty quickly, and came down right into the hands of the operators, a perfect touchdown, if I say so myself.
July 24, 2004
From journal Life's a beach in Nuevo Vallarta